The crew the crew,
they danced by the light of the moo'.
With bread in their stomachs,
and dripping sweet brew,
and mud caked nails and shaggy beards,
and spent steam rising off their glinted spears,
the moon, the moon,
they danced by the light of the moon.
* I think this is ripped off from some poem I learnt in school
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